Fic: From the Subcockles of My Heart (CKR/DL, NC-17)
Fandom and Pairing: Canada RPS - Callum Keith Rennie/Denis Leary, guest appearance by Hugh Dillon
Prompt: Rimming
Your name: moosesal
Fic title: From the Subcockles of My Heart
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~3200
Beta: Mega thanks to stoney321 for betaing this for me. Denis loves you, babe.
Note 1: This is a future scene from my WIP series Smoke Break. It's not necessary to read the backstory to follow this.
Note 2: It comes from the opening of Denis Leary's song "Asshole" -- Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American dream. About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the subcockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don't know.
From "Smoke Break" part 8 --
Two days later Callum came home with a bag of groceries on his hip and found a FedEx envelope leaning against his front door. He picked it up and went inside. He put away everything except a carton of cigs, taking them and the envelope into the living room. As soon as he saw the "from" name he lit up.
He inhaled and then slowly let the smoke out through his nose as he pulled the tab on the back of the envelope and opened it. He shook out the contents and a small envelope landed on his lap. The words "Enjoy the game" were written on the outside and a single ticket was inside. A ticket for a Lakers game. He took another drag as he got off the couch and carried not just the opened pack of cigs, but the entire carton into the bedroom.
A basketball ticket? Denis was a fucking idiot and Callum was going to die. He just wasn't sure what was going to kill him first -- blue balls or lung cancer.
He flopped on the bed and stared at the phone for a minute.
Call him.
No.
Yes.
No.
The debate went on his head for a while. Three cigarettes later, he dialed the number.
"Who the fuck are you and what do you want?" Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
"It's Callum. I want rimming and Oilers tickets...." There was, of course, no response. He shook his head and half-laughed. "The Lakers? I'm Canadian, asshole. And you're a fucking idiot." Then he hung up the phone, stabbed his cigarette out, and fell asleep picturing Denis on his knees. It was a good dream.
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"Rimming? You told him you wanted hockey tickets and rimming?" Hugh wasn't even trying to pretend he wasn't laughing his ass off.
"Fuck you." He knew he never should have told Hugh about this.
"Man, you are such a fag." The words came out fast before another fit of laughter.
"I don't seem to recall you complaining -- or laughing -- when I had my tongue up your ass." Callum stubbed out his cigarette and debated hanging up.
"Fuck no. That shit feels good."
"That's what I keep telling him."
"You think you're actually going to change his mind?"
"Well, we've been to a couple hockey games." Callum cringed at how pathetic he sounded. "And last week he sent me a ticket to some charity game he's playing in."
"Well, shit, Cal. It's like a dream come true. Why don't you marry him?"
There was no mistaking Hugh's sarcasm and Callum knew he'd regret his next words, but he had to say it. He and Hugh didn't have secrets. "He's already married."
"Of course he is." Hugh didn't sound the least bit surprised and Callum knew it wasn't because he'd read Denis's bio online. They just knew each other too well.
He sighed and managed a weak, "Fuck you."
"Hey, just lookin' out, man. You know I love you."
"Yeah. Whatever. Same here." As usual they hung up without good-byes and Callum thought about all the ways he might get Denis's tongue up his ass or Denis spread out beneath his own mouth. It beat thinking about Denis having a wife and kids. He thought it'd be pretty great if it went like this ...
Denis shoved Callum's jeans down his hips and pushed him toward the bed then ordered him "On you stomach, ass in the air."
Callum complied, his heart racing in anticipation of what Denis might have in mind. They'd only fucked a few times, Denis getting more comfortable, more at ease, each time they were together.
He'd expected slick fingers, so his hips jerked with a start when he felt the warmth of Denis's mouth on him. Lips and hot breath caressing his ass cheek, then teeth gently biting flesh, teasing him. "You don't have to --" he started to say when he felt the tentative touch of a tongue along the cleft of his ass.
It was delicate at first, not enough pressure to get him off, but light enough to drive him crazy. It took all his self control not to lift his hips and push back. He had to let Denis take this at his own pace or everything would fall apart. But Denis didn't go slow.
Before Callum had time to really process that he shouldn't be pushing, he didn't need to worry, because Denis was grabbing his hips and pulling him up to his knees. He licked at Callum like he was the best damn thing he'd ever tasted, like he couldn't get enough.
Callum wasn't complaining; it felt incredible. "Fuck," he groaned as fingers pulled at his hip and it was all he could do to stay balanced on his hands and knees when those fingers moved back to hold him open as Denis pushed his tongue inside. Quick, eager stabs unlike anything Denis had done with his fingers in the past.
Denis wasn't just having a taste, giving this a try, taking a little lick and then moving away. He was fucking Callum with his mouth, pushing him to the edge, and when he finally slid one hand off Callum's ass down to squeeze his balls, Callum's jerked into the touch and came all over the bedspread beneath him.
He was shaking and gasping for breath but Denis kept going, getting him loose and open and ready for anything; when Denis finally pulled away and shifted up to slide his dick inside, Callum was hard again. He couldn't remember feeling this crazed, this turned on and ready, since he was a teenager.
Of course, that fantasy would mean Denis actually wanting it and taking charge. More likely, it would go like this ...
Denis's cock was in his mouth, slowly sliding into his throat for a moment before he backed off and move down to lick and suck at his balls. Callum pushed his legs farther apart and back, tilting Denis's ass up in the air just so. He let his tongue slide under Denis's balls, his hands still holding him open and Denis was so far gone, so blissed out and on the edge, that instead of fighting it he moaned and muttered, "Oh Jesus, fuck" when Callum licked across his opening. Once. Twice. And again. Callum was careful and slow, moving his mouth back up to Denis's balls only to hear a whispered, "Don't stop."
He smiled to himself and slipped back down and let his tongue swipe over and around again. This was light years beyond anything they'd done before. Denis had never left himself so vulnerable, so open to Callum. He'd freaked out when Callum tried sliding a finger inside him during a blowjob. Freaked out even though -- as he later admitted -- he'd never come so hard before in his life. And despite how good it had been, he'd only let Callum do it once more since then.
So this? Denis reaching down to hold his own legs back as Callum ducked down to taste him again, to slip his tongue inside, working him open? This was something neither of them had ever expected. Callum suspected this was something that only he had dreamed of.
He shook off the dream knowing that it would never happen. At least not like that, because that scenario would mean Denis giving it up and nothing about Denis was that easy. He was thinking about how a more realistic encounter might go when the doorbell rang.
Callum opened the door to see Denis standing there, overnight bag in hand. "Hey," they both said at once.
"Come on in." Callum stepped back and Denis slipped inside. "Here." He reached for Denis's bag and started for the bedroom. "Make yourself at home," he called out behind him as he moved down the hall.
He hadn't expected Denis to follow him, so the hands at his waist and the mouth at his neck came as a surprise. "Missed this. Missed you," was whispered against his skin.
"What's with the sweet talk? Who are you and what have you done to Denis?" He teased as he turned around to face him. "I'm a sure thing, you know." He leaned in for a kiss, but ...
"You?" Denis barked a laugh. "You were never a sure thing. I seem to remember you leaving me passed out in my underwear."
"What was I supposed to do? Sit and watch you drool? Or maybe you'd rather I had my way with --" His words were cut off with a bruising kiss. Strong hands slid under the hem of his t-shirt and stroked along his stomach.
"Shut up," Denis growled against his mouth.
"Make me."
Callum looked into his eyes, the two of them frozen for a moment then Denis muttered "Fucker" under his breath and pushed him back onto the bed. He crawled on top of Callum on shoved his shirt up to go to the button on his jeans.
"Slow down." Callum smiled and relaxed under Denis's eager hands. "We've got three days and no one around to bother us."
Denis let out a breath and collapsed beside him. "I know ... but I keep waiting for something to happen."
"Like what?" Callum rolled onto his side and looked at Denis, trying to read behind his closed-off expression. "Let me in," he whispered.
"Cal --" Denis closed his eyes and sighed. "I keep expecting you to realize what an asshole I am."
Callum fell back laughing and Denis sat up, anger and hurt in his eyes. Callum reached out and grabbed his arm before Denis could rise from the bed. "Sorry," he choked out between laughs, "but I've known that since we first met. Who left whom on his knees in Parker's bedroom?"
Now Denis was blushing and pulling from Callum's grasp.
"Den, wait." When he looked back, Callum stopped laughing and sat up beside him. "We wouldn't be here right now if I didn't want this."
Denis didn't answer or look at him, but he let Callum pull him back down; when Callum moved half over him and bent down for a kiss, Denis kissed back and brought a hand up to Callum's back pulling their bodies tight against each other.
They had sex in the bedroom, in the living room, in the shower. Denis even dropped to his knees and blew Callum in the hallway outside his apartment, Callum's bare ass pressed against the cold steel door. When it came to fucking, Denis topped and Callum was okay with that. But that didn't mean he didn't want to expand their repertoire.
~~~~~~~~
"We've been over this," Denis protested. "I believe I said something about never in a million years."
"Actually, it was something like 'I don't do that fag shit.'" At Denis's slightly embarrassed expression -- because clearly he'd been doing 'that fag shit' all weekend and a few weekends before -- Callum just rolled his eyes and said, "Just shut up and roll over." He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at Denis's body. Even though they'd both come just fifteen minutes earlier, Denis was already half hard again. And if Callum got his way, Denis would be writhing against the bed and begging for release in another fifteen.
"Spread your legs a little, I need room to work."
"You use that line a lot?" Denis replied. "Now I know why you're single."
"I'm single because assholes like you aren't worth the effort."
Denis chuckled and shifted his legs so Callum could slide onto the bed between them. Callum tried to remember when Denis had ever been so compliant. "We can stop anytime --" he started.
"Yeah, yeah," Denis said. "Just get on with it already." But his body belied his words.
As Callum slid his hands along the backs of Denis's legs, he shook his head at the tension in the muscles. "Relax," he whispered as he leaned over and pressed his lips to Denis's shoulder. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He let his fingertips graze the skin of Denis's thighs, ass, and back. He stroked across his shoulders and down strong, lean arms. As his hands wandered, he felt Denis's muscles ease at his touch until he lay mostly relaxed beneath him.
That tension came back as soon as his lips touched Denis's lower back. "Easy, Den. I haven't done anything yet." Denis just nodded against the pillow he'd buried his face in and Callum let his tongue trace patterns at the base of his spine, not quite touching the cleft of his ass. He was slow and careful, not pushing or asking too much.
His tongue slipped lower and his hands lightly squeezed and separated flesh to reveal the reward for his patience. When he bent his head and swiped his tongue light and fast over Denis's hole, Callum was pleased with the resulting hiss and involuntary thrust back.
He could tell Denis was trying to hold still, but this was a whole new world for him. Callum knew just how different this felt from having your cock down someone's throat or even shoved up a nice tight ass. And the way Callum did this? He'd been assured time and time again that he was really fucking good at it.
He held Denis's hip until he gave into it then let go as Denis began alternately grinding down against the mattress and pushing back against Callum's mouth. But when Callum pushed the tip of his tongue inside, Denis froze up again.
"Easy, Den," he assured him again. "Not gonna hurt you." He muttered the words against Denis's skin, kissing and nipping at his flesh until he relaxed back into the bed. After all the things he'd let Denis do to him, Callum just wanted Denis to be able to relax, to trust him and give into it. To experience all the pleasure Callum could give him.
He skimmed his hands over flesh, soothing with touch and with his muttered repetition of "easy" and "relax." Denis even laughed a little when Callum said, "Stop thinking and just feel," but it seemed like he was listening, because he noticeably relaxed and let his body sink into the mattress.
Callum slid his tongue over and around again, getting bolder as Denis whimpered and shifted against the bed, pushing down and then back onto Callum's tongue as he'd done earlier. This time when Callum held him open and pressed the tip of his tongue inside, Denis let it happen. And then he let it happen again. And again.
When Denis groaned, "Fuck me" in pleasure, Callum resisted the urge to say, "It's about time," and instead gripped his hips and pulled him up to his knees. He reached between Denis's legs, letting his fingers slide over his balls and up to his cock. He fisted him loosely then started jacking him as he continued thrusting his tongue in and out and flitting over Denis's hole in teasing licks.
Denis was practically panting as he thrust forward into Callum's fist and then back onto his tongue.
"Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, I'm gonna ..." Callum felt his body tighten beneath his hands and then Denis was shaking and coming and muttering "Jesus fuck, Cal. I gotta --"
He collapsed against the bed, not even caring about landing in the wet spot. Callum sat back on his heels and just stared at him as he reached down and started working his own cock. Denis was still breathing hard, but he'd turned on his side and was staring at Callum, their eyes locked. Callum pulled a few more times then Denis whispered his name and Callum was coming all over his hand, the bed, Denis's foot. He leaned past Denis for the box of tissues on the nightstand and wiped them off as best he could before dropping down beside him on the bed.
They didn't say anything, just lay facing each other, staring at each other and leaning in a few times to kiss. Denis brought his hand up to rest at Callum's hip before they drifted off to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~
There'd been a long kiss good-bye at the door to his building, then Callum skipped the elevator and took the stairs back up. As he walked through the door, the phone rang. He picked it up on the second ring, knowing instinctively who it was. Denis hadn't even been gone five minutes, but Hugh had ESP when it came to Callum. He didn't get a chance to say hello before his suspicions were confirmed.
"Well, Cal? Was it everything you hoped for?"
He was grinning ear to ear and happy to be on the phone rather than face to face with Hugh. All the acting training in the world couldn't have helped him school his features under the circumstances. "Better," he said.
"Oh really?" Hugh sounded amused. "Good for you, man. Good for you."
"Thanks," he managed, not really knowing what to say. He was a tad embarrassed. Not about what had happened, but at the fact that he was feeling as excited and happy as a thirteen year old who just squeezed his first tit behind the school. It was ridiculous. He was a grown man. He'd had sex a billion times, but somehow, it seemed different. He lit up a cigarette before he could analyze things to death.
"So you going to New York for that charity hockey game?"
"Why?" Callum asked, Hugh's tone making him a little nervous.
"I've got a gig there that weekend. Thought maybe I'd join you for the game and you could bring him to the show."
Callum groaned. "You wanna meet him, don't you?"
"Gotta check out the man who's making my boy so crazy."
"Fuck you." He took a deep drag off his cig; this wasn't a good idea. The two of them in the same room together? No fucking way.
He laughed and was trying to think of a new subject when Hugh asked, "So, what flight are you on?"
THE END
Prompt: Rimming
Your name: moosesal
Fic title: From the Subcockles of My Heart
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~3200
Beta: Mega thanks to stoney321 for betaing this for me. Denis loves you, babe.
Note 1: This is a future scene from my WIP series Smoke Break. It's not necessary to read the backstory to follow this.
Note 2: It comes from the opening of Denis Leary's song "Asshole" -- Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American dream. About me, about you, about the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the subcockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don't know.
From "Smoke Break" part 8 --
Two days later Callum came home with a bag of groceries on his hip and found a FedEx envelope leaning against his front door. He picked it up and went inside. He put away everything except a carton of cigs, taking them and the envelope into the living room. As soon as he saw the "from" name he lit up.
He inhaled and then slowly let the smoke out through his nose as he pulled the tab on the back of the envelope and opened it. He shook out the contents and a small envelope landed on his lap. The words "Enjoy the game" were written on the outside and a single ticket was inside. A ticket for a Lakers game. He took another drag as he got off the couch and carried not just the opened pack of cigs, but the entire carton into the bedroom.
A basketball ticket? Denis was a fucking idiot and Callum was going to die. He just wasn't sure what was going to kill him first -- blue balls or lung cancer.
He flopped on the bed and stared at the phone for a minute.
Call him.
No.
Yes.
No.
The debate went on his head for a while. Three cigarettes later, he dialed the number.
"Who the fuck are you and what do you want?" Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
"It's Callum. I want rimming and Oilers tickets...." There was, of course, no response. He shook his head and half-laughed. "The Lakers? I'm Canadian, asshole. And you're a fucking idiot." Then he hung up the phone, stabbed his cigarette out, and fell asleep picturing Denis on his knees. It was a good dream.
~~~~~~~~
"Rimming? You told him you wanted hockey tickets and rimming?" Hugh wasn't even trying to pretend he wasn't laughing his ass off.
"Fuck you." He knew he never should have told Hugh about this.
"Man, you are such a fag." The words came out fast before another fit of laughter.
"I don't seem to recall you complaining -- or laughing -- when I had my tongue up your ass." Callum stubbed out his cigarette and debated hanging up.
"Fuck no. That shit feels good."
"That's what I keep telling him."
"You think you're actually going to change his mind?"
"Well, we've been to a couple hockey games." Callum cringed at how pathetic he sounded. "And last week he sent me a ticket to some charity game he's playing in."
"Well, shit, Cal. It's like a dream come true. Why don't you marry him?"
There was no mistaking Hugh's sarcasm and Callum knew he'd regret his next words, but he had to say it. He and Hugh didn't have secrets. "He's already married."
"Of course he is." Hugh didn't sound the least bit surprised and Callum knew it wasn't because he'd read Denis's bio online. They just knew each other too well.
He sighed and managed a weak, "Fuck you."
"Hey, just lookin' out, man. You know I love you."
"Yeah. Whatever. Same here." As usual they hung up without good-byes and Callum thought about all the ways he might get Denis's tongue up his ass or Denis spread out beneath his own mouth. It beat thinking about Denis having a wife and kids. He thought it'd be pretty great if it went like this ...
Denis shoved Callum's jeans down his hips and pushed him toward the bed then ordered him "On you stomach, ass in the air."
Callum complied, his heart racing in anticipation of what Denis might have in mind. They'd only fucked a few times, Denis getting more comfortable, more at ease, each time they were together.
He'd expected slick fingers, so his hips jerked with a start when he felt the warmth of Denis's mouth on him. Lips and hot breath caressing his ass cheek, then teeth gently biting flesh, teasing him. "You don't have to --" he started to say when he felt the tentative touch of a tongue along the cleft of his ass.
It was delicate at first, not enough pressure to get him off, but light enough to drive him crazy. It took all his self control not to lift his hips and push back. He had to let Denis take this at his own pace or everything would fall apart. But Denis didn't go slow.
Before Callum had time to really process that he shouldn't be pushing, he didn't need to worry, because Denis was grabbing his hips and pulling him up to his knees. He licked at Callum like he was the best damn thing he'd ever tasted, like he couldn't get enough.
Callum wasn't complaining; it felt incredible. "Fuck," he groaned as fingers pulled at his hip and it was all he could do to stay balanced on his hands and knees when those fingers moved back to hold him open as Denis pushed his tongue inside. Quick, eager stabs unlike anything Denis had done with his fingers in the past.
Denis wasn't just having a taste, giving this a try, taking a little lick and then moving away. He was fucking Callum with his mouth, pushing him to the edge, and when he finally slid one hand off Callum's ass down to squeeze his balls, Callum's jerked into the touch and came all over the bedspread beneath him.
He was shaking and gasping for breath but Denis kept going, getting him loose and open and ready for anything; when Denis finally pulled away and shifted up to slide his dick inside, Callum was hard again. He couldn't remember feeling this crazed, this turned on and ready, since he was a teenager.
Of course, that fantasy would mean Denis actually wanting it and taking charge. More likely, it would go like this ...
Denis's cock was in his mouth, slowly sliding into his throat for a moment before he backed off and move down to lick and suck at his balls. Callum pushed his legs farther apart and back, tilting Denis's ass up in the air just so. He let his tongue slide under Denis's balls, his hands still holding him open and Denis was so far gone, so blissed out and on the edge, that instead of fighting it he moaned and muttered, "Oh Jesus, fuck" when Callum licked across his opening. Once. Twice. And again. Callum was careful and slow, moving his mouth back up to Denis's balls only to hear a whispered, "Don't stop."
He smiled to himself and slipped back down and let his tongue swipe over and around again. This was light years beyond anything they'd done before. Denis had never left himself so vulnerable, so open to Callum. He'd freaked out when Callum tried sliding a finger inside him during a blowjob. Freaked out even though -- as he later admitted -- he'd never come so hard before in his life. And despite how good it had been, he'd only let Callum do it once more since then.
So this? Denis reaching down to hold his own legs back as Callum ducked down to taste him again, to slip his tongue inside, working him open? This was something neither of them had ever expected. Callum suspected this was something that only he had dreamed of.
He shook off the dream knowing that it would never happen. At least not like that, because that scenario would mean Denis giving it up and nothing about Denis was that easy. He was thinking about how a more realistic encounter might go when the doorbell rang.
Callum opened the door to see Denis standing there, overnight bag in hand. "Hey," they both said at once.
"Come on in." Callum stepped back and Denis slipped inside. "Here." He reached for Denis's bag and started for the bedroom. "Make yourself at home," he called out behind him as he moved down the hall.
He hadn't expected Denis to follow him, so the hands at his waist and the mouth at his neck came as a surprise. "Missed this. Missed you," was whispered against his skin.
"What's with the sweet talk? Who are you and what have you done to Denis?" He teased as he turned around to face him. "I'm a sure thing, you know." He leaned in for a kiss, but ...
"You?" Denis barked a laugh. "You were never a sure thing. I seem to remember you leaving me passed out in my underwear."
"What was I supposed to do? Sit and watch you drool? Or maybe you'd rather I had my way with --" His words were cut off with a bruising kiss. Strong hands slid under the hem of his t-shirt and stroked along his stomach.
"Shut up," Denis growled against his mouth.
"Make me."
Callum looked into his eyes, the two of them frozen for a moment then Denis muttered "Fucker" under his breath and pushed him back onto the bed. He crawled on top of Callum on shoved his shirt up to go to the button on his jeans.
"Slow down." Callum smiled and relaxed under Denis's eager hands. "We've got three days and no one around to bother us."
Denis let out a breath and collapsed beside him. "I know ... but I keep waiting for something to happen."
"Like what?" Callum rolled onto his side and looked at Denis, trying to read behind his closed-off expression. "Let me in," he whispered.
"Cal --" Denis closed his eyes and sighed. "I keep expecting you to realize what an asshole I am."
Callum fell back laughing and Denis sat up, anger and hurt in his eyes. Callum reached out and grabbed his arm before Denis could rise from the bed. "Sorry," he choked out between laughs, "but I've known that since we first met. Who left whom on his knees in Parker's bedroom?"
Now Denis was blushing and pulling from Callum's grasp.
"Den, wait." When he looked back, Callum stopped laughing and sat up beside him. "We wouldn't be here right now if I didn't want this."
Denis didn't answer or look at him, but he let Callum pull him back down; when Callum moved half over him and bent down for a kiss, Denis kissed back and brought a hand up to Callum's back pulling their bodies tight against each other.
They had sex in the bedroom, in the living room, in the shower. Denis even dropped to his knees and blew Callum in the hallway outside his apartment, Callum's bare ass pressed against the cold steel door. When it came to fucking, Denis topped and Callum was okay with that. But that didn't mean he didn't want to expand their repertoire.
~~~~~~~~
"We've been over this," Denis protested. "I believe I said something about never in a million years."
"Actually, it was something like 'I don't do that fag shit.'" At Denis's slightly embarrassed expression -- because clearly he'd been doing 'that fag shit' all weekend and a few weekends before -- Callum just rolled his eyes and said, "Just shut up and roll over." He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at Denis's body. Even though they'd both come just fifteen minutes earlier, Denis was already half hard again. And if Callum got his way, Denis would be writhing against the bed and begging for release in another fifteen.
"Spread your legs a little, I need room to work."
"You use that line a lot?" Denis replied. "Now I know why you're single."
"I'm single because assholes like you aren't worth the effort."
Denis chuckled and shifted his legs so Callum could slide onto the bed between them. Callum tried to remember when Denis had ever been so compliant. "We can stop anytime --" he started.
"Yeah, yeah," Denis said. "Just get on with it already." But his body belied his words.
As Callum slid his hands along the backs of Denis's legs, he shook his head at the tension in the muscles. "Relax," he whispered as he leaned over and pressed his lips to Denis's shoulder. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He let his fingertips graze the skin of Denis's thighs, ass, and back. He stroked across his shoulders and down strong, lean arms. As his hands wandered, he felt Denis's muscles ease at his touch until he lay mostly relaxed beneath him.
That tension came back as soon as his lips touched Denis's lower back. "Easy, Den. I haven't done anything yet." Denis just nodded against the pillow he'd buried his face in and Callum let his tongue trace patterns at the base of his spine, not quite touching the cleft of his ass. He was slow and careful, not pushing or asking too much.
His tongue slipped lower and his hands lightly squeezed and separated flesh to reveal the reward for his patience. When he bent his head and swiped his tongue light and fast over Denis's hole, Callum was pleased with the resulting hiss and involuntary thrust back.
He could tell Denis was trying to hold still, but this was a whole new world for him. Callum knew just how different this felt from having your cock down someone's throat or even shoved up a nice tight ass. And the way Callum did this? He'd been assured time and time again that he was really fucking good at it.
He held Denis's hip until he gave into it then let go as Denis began alternately grinding down against the mattress and pushing back against Callum's mouth. But when Callum pushed the tip of his tongue inside, Denis froze up again.
"Easy, Den," he assured him again. "Not gonna hurt you." He muttered the words against Denis's skin, kissing and nipping at his flesh until he relaxed back into the bed. After all the things he'd let Denis do to him, Callum just wanted Denis to be able to relax, to trust him and give into it. To experience all the pleasure Callum could give him.
He skimmed his hands over flesh, soothing with touch and with his muttered repetition of "easy" and "relax." Denis even laughed a little when Callum said, "Stop thinking and just feel," but it seemed like he was listening, because he noticeably relaxed and let his body sink into the mattress.
Callum slid his tongue over and around again, getting bolder as Denis whimpered and shifted against the bed, pushing down and then back onto Callum's tongue as he'd done earlier. This time when Callum held him open and pressed the tip of his tongue inside, Denis let it happen. And then he let it happen again. And again.
When Denis groaned, "Fuck me" in pleasure, Callum resisted the urge to say, "It's about time," and instead gripped his hips and pulled him up to his knees. He reached between Denis's legs, letting his fingers slide over his balls and up to his cock. He fisted him loosely then started jacking him as he continued thrusting his tongue in and out and flitting over Denis's hole in teasing licks.
Denis was practically panting as he thrust forward into Callum's fist and then back onto his tongue.
"Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, I'm gonna ..." Callum felt his body tighten beneath his hands and then Denis was shaking and coming and muttering "Jesus fuck, Cal. I gotta --"
He collapsed against the bed, not even caring about landing in the wet spot. Callum sat back on his heels and just stared at him as he reached down and started working his own cock. Denis was still breathing hard, but he'd turned on his side and was staring at Callum, their eyes locked. Callum pulled a few more times then Denis whispered his name and Callum was coming all over his hand, the bed, Denis's foot. He leaned past Denis for the box of tissues on the nightstand and wiped them off as best he could before dropping down beside him on the bed.
They didn't say anything, just lay facing each other, staring at each other and leaning in a few times to kiss. Denis brought his hand up to rest at Callum's hip before they drifted off to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~
There'd been a long kiss good-bye at the door to his building, then Callum skipped the elevator and took the stairs back up. As he walked through the door, the phone rang. He picked it up on the second ring, knowing instinctively who it was. Denis hadn't even been gone five minutes, but Hugh had ESP when it came to Callum. He didn't get a chance to say hello before his suspicions were confirmed.
"Well, Cal? Was it everything you hoped for?"
He was grinning ear to ear and happy to be on the phone rather than face to face with Hugh. All the acting training in the world couldn't have helped him school his features under the circumstances. "Better," he said.
"Oh really?" Hugh sounded amused. "Good for you, man. Good for you."
"Thanks," he managed, not really knowing what to say. He was a tad embarrassed. Not about what had happened, but at the fact that he was feeling as excited and happy as a thirteen year old who just squeezed his first tit behind the school. It was ridiculous. He was a grown man. He'd had sex a billion times, but somehow, it seemed different. He lit up a cigarette before he could analyze things to death.
"So you going to New York for that charity hockey game?"
"Why?" Callum asked, Hugh's tone making him a little nervous.
"I've got a gig there that weekend. Thought maybe I'd join you for the game and you could bring him to the show."
Callum groaned. "You wanna meet him, don't you?"
"Gotta check out the man who's making my boy so crazy."
"Fuck you." He took a deep drag off his cig; this wasn't a good idea. The two of them in the same room together? No fucking way.
He laughed and was trying to think of a new subject when Hugh asked, "So, what flight are you on?"
THE END